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Observations In March
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Observations In March |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
 Coltsfoot in March. Small to the eye, yet something arrives In ditches that line the Mount Zion road, Radicals play down, below strange buds- Stems without leaves, hide shy gold hearts That are filled with the love of spring; Latter They will bear their full feelings, On the short sleeves of April. A redbreast, cocks its head, skating On an icy lawn, its vigilant eye seeks Things that slither-that hide beneath The half froze plate, made empty By circumstance of winter. Along the Charleston road: February snow rots in windrowed heaps, Left to melt, to dry (The snow-plows tedder) Once high, it now shows what it sought to hide In each exposed strata, a parfait of sorts Layers between storms, lines of dark and pure Make way to the sea, streaked with scum, And polkadots of cinders, mixed with gravel- A trash-can for fast-food wrappers Flung plastic,and beer-can metal Ornament the sinking mound, where a deer Leg emerges- rigored by mortis, it makes A bent stiff protrudence from its tomb, Like it's waving goodbye to winter. Down the winding Hills Creek road, run off By a tanker, lubricator of marcellus drills; Shell, and Haliburton-frackers rule the backroads Now, ignoring the "no jake" signs, how I hate them, For what man has discovered in mass Always leads to destruction of people, Land and culture... From a mile down A million years is brought to the surface To poison the air, land and scenery, Placing on local lives the heavy weight Of things that change too quickly. "It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there" (William Carlos Williams) |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Love the vivid description in this...moves all the words to the eye and mind...one is no longer Reading, but Viewing, and to me there is no higher purpose in writing, than having one "see" your words. Well done. j. |
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ebonygirl Member Elite
since 2011-07-14
Posts 2000California U.S.A |
Oh how I agree with your observations, the melting snow reveals what's below, man' s gold creation causing a sad state of distruction. ms. e |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
Jim "...one is no longer Reading, but Viewing" What a wonderful comment...awesome! These little trips to see what is out there sometimes pay off.. Thank you for the reply. * Ms. E Yes, but sometimes the melting of snow gives me brainfreeze, and I start waxing political, as is shown in the last two stanzas. Thank you for the reply. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Wow! Will say more tomorrow. Have intermittent, mega-slow, mostly non-Internet connection. Service Provider expert call scheduled for 1-1.30pm South African time. Don't even know if I will be online long enough to save this. Owl |
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splashMeadow Junior Member
since 2011-06-09
Posts 20UK |
Spring lifts the curtain on what winter hides of our material endeavours; man's selfishness and greed rising to the surface. so effective the way this poem starts at the surface of spring and then works its way down through the strata of the landscape visually, physically and morally... or maybe like looking through a magnifying glass... and learning our mistakes (as the smile of innocence fades.). But the first image is still there in the mind and it's wonderful to think the leaves and flowers still manage to push their heads up through all this destruction and carelessness spring after spring... some hope. Splash aka Poeticadia (i think perhaps my emails haven't been getting through... ho hum... pleased i can read your poems here at pip... ) |
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